11/25/03:
Is it just me or does Dakota Fanning, in Cat in the Hat look like she's not being allowed to sleep?  A girl that age with such big bags under her eyes could eventually lead to very bad skin, right?

This week I've gotten less social, more studious.  I'm going to more movies even though I'm growing so tired of audiences.  Last night while seeing Love Actually an old woman in front of me was actually singing to a pet rabbit that she held in her lap!  Ok, it could have been a small dog, a cat or chinchilla, but I'm sure it was a little bunny.  There were also many other talking teens and adults.  There is no age limit for rudeness these days.   
      I think that Love Actually came close to depressing me.  I think that I'm a happy enough person that to see such a feel-good film puts my content life into perspective and rubs it in my face that I don't have movielife romance.  I could run through the rain and shout my love to a girl and it would have a totally different effect than it does in the cinema.  Romance just doesn't exist in real life.  Only games do.    Luckily I really am comfortable enough with myself not to be dependent or longing for that junk.
      I just got a package of READ #23 and was happy to see my article on conspiracy theory cinema on page 23!  You should all get yourselves a copy at Readmag.com. 
      I heard the raccoon last night after the rain.  He is a giant cynical beast who just doesn't give a shit.  I think I'll name him Chinaski.  I feel like I'm in The Great Outdoors.  Not sure yet if I'm John Candy or Dan Aykroid.  When I was a larger fellow I was told I look like Candy, so maybe him?  I'd like to be Chris Young instead.  What ever happened to that guy?  PCU wasn't that bad that he should just disappear afterwards. 
     

11/19/03:

This week I'm not feeling like Bosley any longer.  I think right now I'm just too irritated by everything.  I'm bored with the villians, bored with fighting the Shwags and the Fruits and the Ringus.  I'm William Foster from Falling Down.  I'm not going to shoot up any fast food restaurants, but I just hate everybody and everything.  Maybe I need to go screen The Cat in the Hat today and then explode. 
     People jump to conclusions about me and they may think they know me.  Or they think they know the difference between joking around and just plain being rude.  People don't know me because they don't really listen.  I wish I was in a Terrence Malick film.  Everything would be simple and beautiful, even when it was bad. 

11/10/03:

I just read two things in this week's Entertainment Weekly which really bugged the hell out of me and thought I'd vent about both. 
    The Matrix will continue from where Revolutions leaves off in the form of video games!  If my sentiments involving the trilogy were not enough in my review on how annoying films are that require background merchandising to fulfill an audience, my aggravation at the Wachowski Brothers is even greater now.  It is one thing for me to respect the hobbyist mentality of fandom, but it is another to accept this kind of capitalist exploitation.  We live in a world where things of success cannot be left alone.
    Scarlett Johansson is probably a very nice person.  My roommate went on a few dates with her and they got along so that gives her a big thumbs up from me.  Entertainment Weekly and other schlock entertainment publications are the subject of criticism here, not her.  Johansson is continually, and deservedly, praised by journalists for making great choices like her critically acclaimed Lost in Translation and Girl With The Pearl Earring.  They go on to claim she's unlike other teenaged actresses in that she hasn't done horror or high school films.  Well, Six-Legged Freaks wasn't so much a horror film, but it is in a class separate from what these writers are touting, and The Perfect Score, while seemingly a typical MTV-produced teen comedy (though from Brian Robbins who was surprisingly less generic with Varsity Blues), has yet to be seen as to whether or not her performance is of the caliber audiences are currently familiarizing themselves with.  I think she's great and other journalists are welcome to agree.  They just need to do a little more thinking and researching before jumping on the bandwagon of "next big thing" spreads. 

11/09/03:

Now I live in Charlie's Angels and I'm not quite sure if I'm Charlie to my three girls or Bosley.  I think Bosley.  The Bill Murry Bosley, not the Bernie Mac.  And definitely not the television Bosley because I hate t.v.   The Angels and I like to go eat sushi before getting called away to kick the asses of scummy males like Schwag and Fruit and other creatively named villains.  Even my roomate Fred looks like Matt Le Blanc so as soon as I figure out who of my Angels is Lucy Liu, he'll have to date her. 
     Last weekend I saw Ween which was pretty damn good, especially their cover of Led Zeppelin's "All of My Love".  Friday I would have gone to see Lake Trout in Hartford but nobody would go with me.  I saw only one film in the theater this week, The Matrix Revolutions.  It was really awful.  Hopefully this week will be filled with more, better movies. 
    Drew, my arch-cinemesis has finally contributed!  His play-by-play of The Matrix Revolutions is a terrific stream of conscious type review.  Check it out!